The Heartwood cut to the chase

◆Definitely trying to get this healer trade, May I?◆


Ashton knew he was running out of shrooms. That was a no no to him. He had to search low for the little umbrellas, and occasional oddities.
Those were the special ones.
And he knew he had to travel through the woods to get to the cave that held the birth place of the last stash he got.

The momenr he stepped through the familiar trees, he smelled it.
Blood.
and saw the red tinged misty air that led a track.
The golden hippie followed it, and found himself staring at a multihued and amber eyed girl.
Pretty little (not little, oh god not little) girl, she was.
Even with a sliced and diced shoulder.

"Hey, there, dudette,"

Emeralds gave her a friendly look, while body posture suggested 'friendship please dont kill me'.

"Need any help?"